We collapsed into our beach chairs.

After a long week of serving in the hot Dominican sun, we were thankful for the break.

Anna and I turned down the offer to go snorkeling with one of the mission teams who had come in just so we could rest for the morning.

We started chit-chatting about all sorts of things. But less than five minutes into the conversation, I looked over and saw a familiar face standing on the shore, looking out over the crystal clear water.

“I think I’ve seen him on the streets, Anna.”

But we weren’t exactly sure. And we were sure we couldn’t speak his language.

But Anna called him over anyways. Continue reading “TO CONNECT BY STOPPING”